Somewhere in Remnant…

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A lone figure walked along a dirt road, the surrounding land was filled with dying grass, trees, and other wildlife. And a lone crow sat in a tree. The figure Jittered like mad as it walked. The figure itself was tall, had wild, puffy hair that had holes in odd places. Its face was dawned with a metal mask, through one of the holes, a lone, crazed red pupil glew in the dimness of the mask, glancing everywhere. Its skin was a rotten green, and from the side of the mask, one could see its torn off skin and muscle that surrounded the figure's jaw, formed in a twisted grin.

It wore a gray long sleeve shirt, with a light, dull blue collar. with the right shoulder having a tear, and the left having a purple patch stitched on with piss poor effectiveness. There was a large gash like tear in the middle of the shirt, on its arms, tears littered the shirt, its hands were wrapped in old, blood-stained dirty bandages. The pants were darker gray, and had a tear near the top, the left pant leg had half of it torn off, leaving green rotting skin, and long socks.

On its feet, were dull bluish gray shoes, with pointed ends with red bells at the tip. And on its back was a bent stop sign with an exclamation mark on it.

The figure looked like some sort off demented clown. A zombie clown no less. The figure continued its trek, and from behind it, was a burning town, the cries of agony and anguish being ignored by the crazed clown.

The clown didn't look back at the madness he had caused. Why had he done this? Was it for the thrill of it? Or did he have a vendetta against the townsfolk? Well, why don't we go back a little bit, hmm?


Darkness. That was all Hoffnar could see. The darkness was a slight comfort to the once scientist, darkness related to sleep. But now? Darkness meant nothing to the Clown who took his place.

Hoffnar opened his eyes and quickly scanned his immediate surroundings and jumped up from the ground. His jittering was starting up again, his teeth chattered, and he was starting to piece together where he was. He was in a sort of green area, trees surrounded him, he laid in a patch of just grass.. He looked at the ground and found his mask. It had fallen off since his last encounter with hank. He reached down with a shaking hand and looked at it for a moment, before turning it around, and sliding it over his face. He turned around and found his old stop sign, which he picked up, and strapped to his back.

He looked up to the sky, seeing as it wasn't Red. The clown knew something was amiss, the moon was there, albeit cracked, but the sun was nowhere in sight. Hoffnar. Growled slowly. "This isn't Nevada..am i in 'the other place'?" no one really knew what the other place was. And Hoffnar had never seen it either. Though the Nexus corp tried to break in, but that was after he and Christoff left.

He was pulled from his thoughts when growling and footsteps made them known. Hoffnar turned to a bush, his shaking had increased. And from the bushes came black beasts that resemble bears, with bone like armor, and red eyes. They growled at him and surrounded him.

A wicked grin spread across his tattered face. As he equipped his stop sign from his back "LOOKS LIKE I HAVE SOME NEW PLAYMATES! Heh heh heh…" the Clown rushed to the nearest beast at improbable speeds. Hoffnar bashed his sign against its head like an ax, before grabbing its front leg and ripping it off. The beast screamed, but was silenced by its own limb piercing its chest, it fell and slowly disappeared.

THe clown giggled. Before jumping high into the sky, then thrust his sign down by the pole, he fell onto another, bigger beast, before impaling its head, then he twisted the head around on the sign, ripping it off. The beast dropped, and Hoffnar rolled from the corpse, before looking at the head, he then waved his sign around before it sped off in the direction of another beast, hitting it in the head.

The clown jumped, then buried himself into the dirt, sign sticking out, before it rushed over to the same creature, he dumped out of his tunnel and pummeled the thing mid-air. Its skull caved under the blunt force. Hoffnar then slammed into the ground and spined, dodging a swipe from one of the bear-like things, then responding by reaching into its open mouth and tearing its tongue right out, before snapping its neck.

He turned to the remaining Creatures. "WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME!" he yelled at them. His grin had only widened. The creatures looked at the crazed clown, seeing no negative emotion, they looked into his one crazed eye, and saw only madness and blood lust. The creature turned to their tails and ran away. Hoffnar's grin fell as he sighed. "Party poopers…" he muttered. He shook his head and put his sign back onto his back, before turning to the left, to a less dense area, before shrugging and walking through the greenery. He only had one real goal in mind:

Find Hank, or if not Hank, then the Nexus Corp. but how? He had no knowledge of the place… so how would he find them?

He walked along the forest, stepping over and brushing aside wild life as he continued to think of a way to attract either Hank or the Nexus Corp. but why would he want that? Simple; He wanted playmates, things to mess around with, a good fight even. And from what he has seen, The Other Place isn't as bad as one would assume, it's better than Nevada that's for sure.

He stopped for a moment, was this truly, the other place? Looking up, he stared at the blue sky, and came to a conclusion, no. It sure wasn't. But He was here, so… they should be here too? Right..?

He continued his trek and continued to think of ways to find the NC personal that had to be here. When he stopped again, but for a for a diffrent reason, a city, or a town at least, it was not really big, people walked the paths and talked, not seeing him, it looked somewhat medieval, but that didn't matter, for he had found a way.

A twisted grin made its way onto his face, as he equipped his stop sign from his back. One thought went through his head.

"Time to make some noise…" he giggled


A man in red attire watered his plants. It was peaceful here in this small town, nothing really happened, and if something did, then there were a huntsman or two living nearby, which helped a lot. But still, it's not like anything would happen to this little town, right?

The man heard footsteps approaching him, he turned and saw a… strange figure. He looked him over and felt uneasy, but decided to be polite. "Uh.. can i.. help you..?" he asked the man. The green man nodded. "Do you have anything on The Nexus corp?"

The man looked at the clown. "The what..? No, sorry I don't know what you mean.." the clown growled slightly. "Then you are no use to me." and before he could ask anything, he felt burning pain in his stomach. He looked down and saw he was impaled by a stop sign. Before it was torn out through his side. His breathing became labored and he fell.

"JAMES!" one man shouted. Many others turned to look at the commotion and their eyes widened at what they saw. The same man shook in rage. "YOU WILL PAY FOR TH-"

CRASH- SPLAT!

The clown slammed the sign part of his weapon into the man's head, rocketing it off with stupid force. The man's body fell, lifeless and headless. The clown chuckled before spreading his arms. "Who's Next?!" he proclaimed. His eyes lit up as more people readied themselves.

The clown gave no warning as he did a front flip into a group of people, he then spun around with his Sign tearing into flesh, cries of anguish could be heard all around as he jumped up from the group do dodge a fire dust round, which landed on a home, and it caught ablaze. The clown put up his middle finger. "Missed me! Clown!" before disappearing into confetti. Leaving the towns folk confused.

One woman took charge. "Be on the lookout, he's still here! And put the fire out!" he ordered, but stilled when two rotten and cold hands touched her head. The hands then swiftly moved and snapped the woman's neck. "Always watch your back~!" the clown sang. Before dodging a few more dust rounds, one managed to hit his mask. "Gah!" he cried as it reflected from the iron. He held where the iron slab had caved in slightly, before glaring at them. "OHH! THAT DOES IT!" he pulled out a M60

The remaining towns folk made a collective decision, they would die fighting till the end. Tricky then pointed the M60 to them "Y'ALL LIKE LEAD! IT TASTES LIKE COTTON CANDY! WANT SOME?" he started firing "TO FUCK'N BAD! AHAHAH!"

The clown jumped up into the air and shakily floated through it, raining down bullets. And while many were trying to dodge, they had forgotten about the fire…

Which had spread to a supply of oil drums. The fire wrapped itself around the drum like a pet snake would its owner. Then-

BOOM!

The drums exploded, casting fire everywhere, some of it got onto people. The screams rang as the birds flew through the air. Agony was present. All because of a clown.

Speaking off. The clown laughed as mayhem reined. He continued to fire his M60 before deciding to continue on his ornery. The once Scientist packed his M60 into Hammer space, and put his street sign on his back as he walked to the other side of the town. Stepping over the burnt bodies of innocent, not that he cared, he had been the one to kill em!

Tricky hummed a circus theme, which then turned into beat boxing. bobbing his head as he walked through the hell he had caused which reminded him, what was he doing.

He snapped his fingers. The attention of the Nexus corp! He chuckled. "How silly of me!"

As he walked through the other side of the town. The screams of agony music to his ears, he saw more of those creatures run to, then around him. The clown turned as they ran into the blazing village, most likely to finish the remainder of. He shrugged. Their problem, not his!

So as he wandered forward on the dirt road, he didn't notice a lone crow on a nearby tree, watching him. The crow squawked, then flew away, and the clown didn't see the raven glaring at him.

He sighed as he walked. That was so much fun, and he gets to do it again! And then after he gets to have some fun with the Nexus Corp! Today would be fun… just like Jarrolds birthday party! And that one time where he was the unstoppable champion of Nevada! Good times! Good times.


Qrow watched in silent horror as the Shion village burned down, with the screams of agony only adding to his guilt of not going down there to help them, but there were too many Grimm, and that.. Clown…

He looked at the green skinned maniac, the thing was beatboxing a circus tune! After he brutalized so many innocents, burned down a village, and he was beatboxing!

Qrow watched as the figure continued its trek. Next village was abandoned, and with team RNJR coming up on to the remains of Shion fast, he had a choice, fight the clown, or go help his niece and her team.

He chose the former.

A decision he would come to regret.